We don't know who we are because PDA is discouraged, and anyway, you're a woman and those are scary. We need a permit for passion, it's the bureaucracy of the body, a product of the new guy. The guy that keeps questioning himself because no one else does, because meaning may not derive from the self, but from another. The sea within has shallow banks, and they crash against community. Perhaps I am right, and you are wrong. Integrity is worth fighting for, biology be ******, logic be ******, judgement be ******. This subtle society is a dystopia and if you can't see that, that's alright, I'll see it for you.